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I asked Will, shouting to him because of the roar, although he sat next me. "Ermenie!" said a Turk next but one beyond Will, and spat venomously, as if the very name Armenian befouled his mouth. But I was not convinced that the man with the aquiline nose was Armenian. He looked guilty of altogether too much zest for life, and laughed too boldly in Turkish presence.
"That one is Ermenie. Those others are just dogs!" The crowd began to thin after a while, as men filed out to feed cattle and to cook their own evening meal. Then the perplexing person got up and came over toward me, showing no fear of the Turk at all. He was tall and lean when he stood upright, but enormously strong if one could guess correctly through the bulky-looking outer garment.
They were swarthier and stockier than the man who had interested me, and had indefinite, soft eyes. The man I watched had brown eyes, but they were hard. And, unlike them, he had long lean fingers and his gestures were all extravagant. He was not a Jew, I was sure of that, nor a Syrian, nor yet a Kurd. "Ermenie Ermenie!" said the Turk, watching me curiously, and spitting again.
We brought them to a halt by force, but take them on the whole, now that they were in contact with us, they did not look so much frightened as convinced. They had made up their minds that it was not written that they should go any farther, and that was all about it. "Ermenie!" said Ibrahim.
An Armenian woman named Anna, who had attached herself to Gloria because, she said, her husband and children had been killed and she might as well serve as weep, sat watching the two of them with quiet amusement. The Turk offered no further objection than a shrug of his fatalist shoulders and a muttered remark about Ermenie and bandits.
Almost before the echoes of the drum-taps died among the dancing shadows overhead a voice cried from the roof in Armenian, and Kagig rose to his feet. "Let us climb to the roof and see, effendim," he said, pulling on his tattered goat-skin coat. "See what, Ermenie?" demanded Rustum Khan. The Rajput's eyes were still ablaze with pagan flame, from watching Maga.
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